SLOTH
the terrible feeling, and after-feeling, of rotting online
sloth
head, pulse and throb
eyes, heavy and red
glazed over from the screen
this mind death
chews and gnaws at me
this poison seeping in
sloth
lost in a sea of fog
of faces, voices, all unknown
a future miles and leagues away
overworked and undersold
why should I return
when anything I’d ever want,
everything I’ve ever known,
is here?
sloth
nothing, nowhere, all the time
screentime for breakfast and lunch
tossing, turning, crying crimes
hedonism sucker-punch
sloth
stagnation, glorious temptation,
almost make it feel okay—
feeding trash into my brain
to keep these (rotted)
feelings at bay
I will disappear—
decay
sloth
About the Creator
angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, and more. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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Comments (9)
I love this poem! It's so creative and I love the flow~ Thanks for sharing!
Brilliant work Angela! 🫶🏾
You're such a phenomenal writer - I love the lines about the poison seeping in and lost in a fog of faces and voices all unknown. Cracking.
After a few decades of working online, you get used to it. 😂
Well written
A sloth vividly portrays the feeling post screen-time glut! Great work 🤩.
Hedonism sucker punch, I especially loved that!
Sometimes it takes the rot to get to the fantastic. But even the rot is sometimes fantastic! I love your passion, Angela! Great work as always!
The screen is a cruel mistress!